I’ve been here in a different past,
same place, same silence, same stream.
Place is not new, but the balance is,
loneliness is giving it a sense,
which will determine the future.
Silence is not new, if u choose to hear
it,
is it where I’ll find the ground zero,
which will free the demon of creation.
Stream is not new, not it’s calming,
constant power and clarity of mind,
which will save me from day’s chaos.
Things stay the same, places do not
change,
we evolve, they stay, we transform.
The picture changes our sight forever,
like our mind change our will.
I’ve been here with different eyes,
same table, same chair, different ash.
Table is not new, but the propose will be,
I will take the weight of forgetting of
him
and keep stripping my unseen personality.
Chair is not new, not sitting on it,
cause of lost ability to walk … and talk
it is falling apart and so do I, I am
afraid.
Ash is not new, newer only, burned lives,
his memory like mine goes with the wind,
covering all the dreams I once gave up.
Things stay the same, perspective is
shifting,
I do look for the will, to come, to change
me,
only that I do not come at all in this
oasis,
the only free prisoner in this world am I.
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